Which photo was taken in February, and which was taken this week? Meh, it doesn't matter. This has been a weary couple weeks of snow and hope and snow and changes at work and wine and friends and swimming lessons and finally (!) feeling like things are sort of coming together with our house, a short 10 months after we moved in. Though we may move right back if there is snow on the ground in May.
As for Ferris, he's just the cutest he's ever been. Between the two of us, we've been sick constantly; only Nick and the pets have escaped. When he's tired and worn out, you can see glimpses of the tantrums that await us. If we take away an ipad that's playing Elmo, you can literally see him go through the clinical stages of grief.
And at some point, the Easter Bunny came. Whenever I stand on a chair or table to take a photo of Ferris, he stops what he's doing, and warns, "Carefoh, mama! Carefoh! Carefoh, mama!" It is the sweetest thing. He loves to dig through storage bins for his bottles, but he can say, "mama es cute!" He needs me to rock him to sleep, but he peed in his little plastic potty! He insists on me holding him while he drinks milk but he wants to vacuum the couch. He is both baby and boy.
We have conversations now.
"What should mama wear today?" "Car jammies!" We're having issues with car jammies, since it's the outfit of choice 24/7.
"Dat mama coffee?" "Dat Faywiss glass?" "Dat mama coffee?" Once he's fully established whcih one is mama's, he grabs it with tiny hands and tilts it until the straw hits my lips.